Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 432 Three-a-side Soccer
"Heavenly Demon Slayer Art, the third form!"

The golden scepter emits thousands of divine lights, as bright as the sun.

Countless divine lights turned into torrential rivers, and the golden rivers passed through the void and swept towards Zhang Wenchang.

Each of the golden waves contains the meaning of killing, and the laws of heaven and earth are intertwined, exuding an aura of destruction.

Combining the third form with the second form, his combat power increased incredibly.

The thunder ball engraved with the runes in the nine Taoist scriptures burst out with divine light that was brighter than the scorching sun, and rushed towards the Golden Winged Peng King in an instant.

Rumble.

The sky there seemed to be shattered, the ground there seemed to be overturned, and everything was blown to pieces.

The terrifying energy exploded, and the Golden-winged Peng King screamed again, with blood flowing all over his body. The god he summoned was beaten to pieces.

He was shocked by terror. At that moment, nine mysterious runes, like the sharpest nine swords, pierced his body with nine bright blood holes.

His body was splashed with blood, and he fell to the sky. His golden eyes were filled with anger, and he was thrown backwards and rolled by the terrifying energy storm.

"The Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique, the fourth move!" The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, he has not given up yet.

He roared up to the sky, the golden blood all over his body surged like a standing body, in the golden ocean, the terrifying energy storm was like a big river, he was majestic, like a demon god.

A cold breath came out, shocking people's hearts, as if the shackles of hell were opened, what was released?
A feeling like doomsday, as if the body is about to die, it is a terrifying coercion, the shadow of death.

One after another, shadows flew out from the endless void and submerged into his body, making his aura become even more powerful.

"Ancient ancestors, listen to my call, the sky demon will come to the world, unite with me, and kill all the saints!"

King Gold Wing Xiaopeng's voice was deep and deep, and his voice was extremely cold.

One after another, tall figures descended and merged with the Golden Winged Peng King.

The terrifying energy fluctuations are like a volcanic eruption, and like a monstrous tsunami, sweeping in all directions.

Stone tablets appeared around the body of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, covered with blood, exuding a simple and vicissitudes of life atmosphere.

A golden battle suit appeared on the body of the Golden Winged Peng King, and a scepter appeared in his hand. He seemed to have transformed into the king of the demon clan.

He was surrounded by human figures, as if people from ancient times had traveled to the present world.

He summoned the heroic spirits that were killed in ancient times. They were all saints from ancient times. They were killed by the masters of the Tianpeng tribe and refined into heroic spirits.

Some figures had their hearts pierced, some had their heads torn off, and some had their bodies lying at their feet. These were all people who died under the Slaughter of the Holy Art.

In the ancient times, there have been countless battles between the demon clan and the human race. These are all the human saints who died in the battle, and died under the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Holy Technique!
He waved the scepter, and the golden scepter seemed to split the void. With every step he took, the sky and the earth shook. Every move he made swayed the law of the great way, exuding countless terrifying murderous intentions.

The grievances of the saints in countless horrific scenes, those who were slaughtered, were transformed into demonic nature, and spread out to attack Zhang Wenchang.

Zhang Wenchang formed a seal with his hands, and two thunder balls appeared in each hand, and the lightning flashed.

Zhang Wenchang kept drawing with his hands.The right hand draws the nine runes in the Taoist scriptures on the thunderball.

With Zhang Wenchang's left hand, he drew nine runes from the Western Emperor's Sutra on the thunderball.

He has practiced these two great secret realms to perfection, and he is already familiar with these two sets of nine runes.

At this time, it was sketched casually, and after it was imprinted on the thunderball, the power of the thunderball increased greatly.

His heart moved, and a Tai Chi divine picture emerged from behind him, with two thunder balls occupying the positions of the yin and yang fish eyes respectively.

The two thunderballs rotated around each other, tracing the path of the avenue, breaking through the speed limit, and instantly flew towards the Golden Winged Peng King.

Nothing can stop them, and all obstacles in front will be shattered.

Rumble.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King waved his scepter several times, but to no avail.

His body was blown apart by the lightning ball.

That thunder ball is like the most powerful weapon, indestructible.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King's head was blown to pieces by the lightning ball that flew instantly.

The Golden Winged Peng King screamed, his head flew out, and his flesh, flesh and bones turned into a rain of blood, splashing everywhere.

Gold-winged Xiaopeng King spurted blood from his mouth, and he only had a head left. His Heavenly Demon Slayer Art, the fourth form, was defeated by Zhang Wenchang.

"Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, you lost."

Blood was scattered everywhere, Zhang Wenchang collected them casually and refined them into blood essence.

Gold-winged Xiaopeng King is the top master of the younger generation of the Yaozu. He is powerful and domineering. Since he was born, he has been invincible to his peers from the Yaozu. Now only his head is left after being beaten.

His eyes were filled with surprise, and he couldn't believe it was true.

The rebellious Golden Wing Xiaopeng King was completely defeated.

"Kill me! Ah..." The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King shouted, all thoughts were lost.

"Hey, Golden Retriever, can't you afford it?" Zhang Wenchang said.

"Don't pretend to be dead, hurry up and use the secret healing technique of the Tianpeng Clan to restore your body, Master Pang, my hands are itching, hurry up and practice boxing with me." Pang Bo made a piercing voice on the side.

Now there is no Golden Winged Old Peng King standing up for him and rebuilding his confidence.

"Can't afford it? Are you pretending to be dead?" Zhang Wenchang rushed up and kicked him away.

"Ye Fan, catch the ball."

Ye Fan flew into the sky, the golden light on his feet surged, and he kicked out with a bang.

"Pangbo, catch the ball."

Pang Bo was full of demonic aura, he looked like an old man, and kicked his head towards Zhang Wenchang.

"Pretending to be dead, right? Master Pang is just trying to kill you!"

I originally thought of using this unruly Golden-winged Little Peng King as my gold medal sparring partner, but I didn’t know that the Golden-winged Little Peng King would not cooperate.

Zhang Wenchang felt that it would be a pity to kill him now. After all, this gold medal sparring partner is still very valuable and powerful enough.

According to Zhang Wenchang's estimate, even Pang Bo, the weakest of the three, after a bloody battle, would probably be able to have a [-]/[-] match with King Gold Wing Xiaopeng, which can be said to be a good training partner.

Since he didn't want to be a training partner, and Zhang Wenchang didn't want to kill him right now, the three of them simply had a friendly football match.

While playing football, Zhang Wenchang wondered when he would go to Zhongyu to wipe out the Golden Wing Laopeng King tribe.

This family is rebellious, and their ancestors killed more than one saint.

If this bad debt is to be pursued, it does not seem that they have been wronged if the Golden Winged Tianpeng clan is wiped out.

"Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, heal your wounds quickly, recover your body, don't pretend to be dead."

"That's right. If you want to die, die quickly. Don't delay our practice. If you don't cooperate, we can find someone else to be a training partner."

"Don't think that we don't dare to kill you. Your grandfather's old golden chicken can't do anything to us."

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